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Chapter 62: So Treacherous?
Evil-Eyed White Tiger
Tang San's gaze flickered as it fell upon those signature eyes. A strange sense of déjà vu surged through him, inexplicably rising from deep within his heart.
The world really is small.
Yet compared to Dai Mubai, the youth before him gave off a far darker, more sinister aura. Tang San noticed a conspicuous scar on the boy's right palm, running all the way from the center of his hand to the back, as if a sharp blade had pierced through it.
If Huo Yuhao were standing here instead, he would instantly recognize this young man's identity at a glance.
Could this really be Dai Huabin, the very same who had been crippled by him at the Duke's Mansion several years ago?
While Tang San observed him in silence, Dai Huabin didn't even glance in his direction. He strode straight to the counter, repeating his demand to the hotel attendant.
"I want this room."
"Uh… this…" The attendant instinctively glanced at Tang San, his expression a mix of hesitation and fear.
He truly didn't dare get involved.
Even though his boss owned such a grand hotel in Shrek City, it didn't mean he wasn't personally afraid of trouble. These two youths were clearly geniuses here to register at Shrek Academy, while he was nothing more than an ordinary man. If he angered even one of them, no matter how powerful his boss might be, he would have no protection, at most avenging him later.
A meager monthly wage of a few Silver Spirit Coins—only a fool would risk his life for that.
"Sorry."
At that moment, Tang San, who had been ignored, narrowed his eyes, his expression turning icy as he spoke up.
"I arrived first."
Upon hearing this, Dai Huabin tilted his head, sizing Tang San up with an expression full of contempt.
"So what? You think you have the right to come first? You don't even have that qualification."
At these words, the two middle-aged men behind him furrowed their brows. One of them lowered his voice and cautioned:
"Young Master, this is Shrek City. We can't be too conspicuous. If a conflict breaks out and attracts the Law Enforcement Squad, Madam would have a hard time explaining it."
Hearing this, a trace of impatience appeared on Dai Huabin's face. Before he could respond, Tang San's voice, dark as storm clouds, cut through the tension.
"And so what?"
Tang San's eyes turned ice-cold. To be treated with such disdain by the descendant of that family, he felt his blood boil. Even their ancestors wouldn't dare speak to him this way!
"Do I lack the right, or…?"
Tang San curled his lips into a cold, mocking smile.
"You were never taught by your parents what rules are, were you?"
At these words, Dai Huabin's eyes reddened. Instinctively, he recalled a nightmarish memory from when he was six. Even now, he sometimes dreamt of those indifferent, azure-blue eyes.
"The first gift is what your mother taught you…"
The cold voice echoed once more in his ears, twisting Dai Huabin's face into a distorted expression. All else was forgotten.
"Looking for death!"
{T/N: Classic line for almost all Chinese novels}
With a roar, white fur erupted wildly along Dai Huabin's arms. Three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—shimmered into existence. In an instant, his Martial Spirit was fully manifested.
But that was not all. The purple spirit ring at his feet flared violently.
Third Martial Spirit Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation.
The youth's palms, already as broad as fans, expanded further. Sharp tiger claws gleamed with the metallic luster of gold and steel, lunging relentlessly toward Tang San.
Tang San's pupils constricted sharply. He had not expected such a furious reaction to a single remark—this youth was attempting to kill him on the spot.
Where did this lunatic come from?!
Fortunately, Tang San's extensive combat experience prevented him from panicking. Channeling Mysterious Jade Hand, his palms glowed a pearly white. Hastily, he didn't even have time to summon his Martial Spirit, relying solely on the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to intercept the tiger claws.
Bang!
The tremendous force shot up his arms, sending a jolt of numbness through him, and he staggered backward uncontrollably. Having focused on cultivating Blue Silver Grass, his physical strength was inherently inferior to Dai Huabin's Evil Eyed White Tiger Martial Spirit. Now, the sudden attack left him with no chance to deploy his Martial Spirit, immediately putting him on the defensive.
"I have to create distance."
Gritting his teeth, Tang San attempted to employ Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track while using the momentum of Dai Huabin's strike. If he could recover his arm's sensation even for a moment, he could rely on hidden weapons to gain the upper hand.
Yet Dai Huabin had no intention of giving him the chance. After the first attack was blocked, a gleam ignited in his eyes as the second yellow spirit ring appeared.
Second Martial Spirit Skill: White Tiger Intense Light Wave.
A white orb of pure energy shot from his mouth toward Tang San.
Tang San snorted coldly and finally released his Martial Spirit in response.
Three spirit rings, nearly identical to Dai Huabin's, shimmered beneath him, causing both Dai Huabin and the two middle-aged men to pause in shock.
This boy, dressed so plainly, is also a Three-Ring Spirit Elder?
In the next moment, dozens of Blue Silver Grass whips shot from Tang San's hands, colliding with the white energy orb.
A deafening explosion followed. Broken vines swept across the hotel lobby in a massive shockwave, leaving utter chaos in their wake.
But it didn't end there. As the dust settled, Dai Huabin let out a scream. Before the two middle-aged men could react, Dai Huabin collapsed, his face darkened, with two bone-piercing needles embedded in his shoulders.
"Poison?!"
One of the men's faces changed, eyes wide with shock and anger as he glared at Tang San.
"What a treacherous move!"
Tang San let out a rare cold laugh. Treacherous?
With experience spanning two lifetimes of hidden weapon mastery, his techniques were already perfected. These so-called treacherous moves were nothing but casual maneuvers. The current attack merely exploited the chaos of the explosion—barely a tenth of his full capability.
Had he not feared attracting further trouble, those two needles would have aimed at a far more sensitive location.
"I suggest you get him treated immediately. Otherwise… the consequences will be something you won't want to witness."
Judging from the aura of the two middle-aged men, both were Spirit King-level cultivators. Tang San could not yet guarantee victory in a direct confrontation.
Continuing the fight risked drawing the attention of the Law Enforcement Squad. Even if he were in the right, the resulting complications would be severe. Thus, he chose this method to force them into retreat.
Had this occurred in a remote area, he would have struck decisively.
From the moment Dai Huabin revealed his contempt, Tang San had already decided his fate.
If he had the Eight Spider Lances, dealing with two Spirit Kings would be far easier—no need for such complications. This thought briefly irritated him. In his previous life, the External spirit bone he possessed had not only enhanced his mobility but also carried extreme venom.
To acquire the Eight Spider Lances again, he had sought out the Star Dou Great Forest when claiming his third spirit ring, eventually finding a roughly 2,500-year-old Human-Faced Demon Spider.
Being an inherently evil and notorious killer, he had no hesitation in striking it down, easily claiming the third spirit ring. Yet, unlike in his previous life, he failed to obtain the External Spirit Bone.
For now, he would have to revisit the Star Dou Great Forest later, hoping to find another Human-Faced Demon Spider.
The two middle-aged men exchanged a glance, quickly reaching a decision.
Even if they attack Tang San now, they could not kill him with the Law Enforcement Squad nearby. Delaying the antidote to avenge Dai Huabin could leave lasting consequences; whether Tang San lived or died, their own lives would be forfeit.
One of them lifted Dai Huabin, heading out while issuing a warning.
"You brat! I've got you in my sights! Mess with the Duke's Mansion, and I hope you don't regret it!"
Tang San paid no heed. This was Shrek City. Just as he had not dared kill Dai Huabin outright, even the Duke's Mansion would need to weigh the risks before making a move.
Besides, killing him now was nearly impossible. By the time reinforcements arrived, he would already be enrolled in the Academy.
"Uh…"
At that moment, the hotel attendant, who had been hiding beneath the counter since the scuffle began, emerged again, looking nervously at Tang San.
"Please… cover the costs for the damages you caused to the hotel."
"…"
(End of Chapter 62)